Thirteen prawns, some grabbed the sleeves, some grabbed the trouser legs, and two grabbed Lu Chuan's hair. They seemed to treat Lu Chuan as a mount, and rushed towards the ancient book in front of him.
"You bastards! I will eat you alive tomorrow! I will also add a pound of mustard!"
Lu Chuan shouted at the top of his lungs, waving his arms and kicking his legs, using all his strength, but to no avail.
But just when he felt like he was going to be fucked by these shrimps.
The prawns suddenly stopped.
"Huh?" Lu Chuan was a little surprised: "What is this for?"
At this time, the prawn that had been lying on Lu Chuan's chest slowly floated up. It was the largest among the twelve prawns. It flew forward for a while, then stretched out its large pliers to point at the ancient book in front of it, turned its head again, and used a small
Looking at Lu Chuan.
Lu Chuan was stunned: "What do you mean? Let me open it?"
The prawns all around shook their giant pliers in agreement.
"Okay, then let me down first."
Plop!
All the prawns let go, and Lu Chuan fell to the ground.
"Fuck! Be gentle!" Lu Chuan cursed in a low voice, but slowly stepped forward and stood in front of the ancient book.
The last time he was too hasty, he didn't have time to see the ancient book clearly, but this time he could see it more clearly.
The ancient book is gray-black as a whole. In this black space, it is very hazy, and it is difficult to detect it even if you don't look carefully.
It is suspended in mid-air about one meter above the ground. The whole thing is a rectangle lying horizontally, as if many scrolls have been bound together.
Lu Chuan held the thick cover with both hands and moved it from right to left with force.
The first page was revealed, still looking as it did yesterday.
Most of the area is still shrouded in hazy power, making it impossible to see clearly, except for the claws of the Suan beast in the center.
Click, click, click—
At this time, the prawn behind him became excited again, waving his big pincers, and rushed over from behind Lu Chuan.
Whirring whirring--
Lu Chuan stared at the image on the first page. These prawns were still the same as yesterday. After approaching the first page, they turned into extremely weak blue mist and poured into the picture.
Then, the claws flashed around and made a whirring sound.
After that, the large area of hazy power around the claws trembled slightly, and then dispersed, revealing the image below.
Lu Chuan's eyes were full of surprise.
The picture that appeared this time was much larger than before. It was a whole forearm, an extremely thick forearm.
The muscles are overlapping like a horned dragon. The muscles alone make people feel extremely ferocious.
"This arm looks much more powerful than the Suan beast portrait in the book!"
Lu Chuan was still energetic when he said the first half of the sentence, but for this sentence, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength. By the last two words, his consciousness became weak and he fainted.
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the next morning.
Lu Chuan was half sitting on the bed, scratching his disheveled hair, and muttered: "Why do you always pass out for no reason?"
But then, his body shook, as if he remembered something, and he woke up completely from his stupor. He put on his clothes, jumped out of bed, washed up randomly, and rushed out of the house.
"Xiaochuan, haven't you eaten yet?" the voice of mother Song Huiqin sounded from behind.
"Ah!" Lu Chuan yelled as he was halfway out, turned around and stuffed the two cartons of milk and eight steamed buns on the table into his schoolbag, then rushed downstairs towards the school without looking back.
Today, Sunday, is his weekly meditation time.
The "Xiuxian Education Law" promulgated by the Huaxia Alliance stipulates that high school students in Xiuxian High School must meditate for 10 hours per week.
Any high school that violates the 10-hour rule will be severely punished by the principal.
In fact, even if someone wants to violate this rule, they cannot.
Because the practice of all high school students is carried out in the [Four-Party Spirit Gathering Array] that covers the Chinese Alliance, and they are highly dependent on the Four-Party Spirit Gathering Array. Even if the high school students themselves want to meditate and practice overtime, they will be noticed and isolated by the formations from all over the place.
, and without the isolation of the formation, the efficiency of meditation practice will be extremely low, and more than 10 hours of practice will become more than worth the gain.
To a certain extent, this prevents the emergence of existences like the ‘King of Volume’ in previous lives.
In order to make the best use of these 10 hours of time, each Xiuxian high school has also taken great pains. Starting from the first year of high school, students are strictly prohibited from "meditating" at home without authorization, and must go to the training room built at a large expense by the school to meditate.
Because only meditating in a professional practice room is the most efficient option. "Meditating outdoors" at home will only waste 10 precious hours and achieve half the result with twice the effort.
Soon, Lu Chuan arrived at Makino City No. 1 Middle School. He came to the school in such a hurry because he eagerly wanted to see if more of the images on the first page of the ancient book had been restored last night and whether his spiritual power had returned.
Up.
I started meditating at nine o'clock. It's now eight o'clock and everyone has not arrived yet, but there are already many people waiting in the classroom.
"Lu Chuan, are you here very early today?"
"Yes, Lu Chuan, didn't you and Hu Feifan always come here after eight-fifty in the past?"
"Where's Hu Feifan?"
"..."
As soon as Lu Chuan entered the door, several classmates greeted him.
There are some familiar classmates and some who were not familiar with each other before, but they are all very enthusiastic at this time.
Lu Chuan was a little surprised, but then he figured it out. How could high school students be snobbish? Maybe they saw that their spiritual power suddenly increased sharply. They were curious about what secrets they had and wanted to ask him for advice.
Or maybe you feel that you used to be good for nothing except being handsome, but now you have become handsome and powerful, and you have completely fallen in love with yourself.
After all, it is normal for a handsome guy like himself to be secretly loved by others from time to time.
Before Hu Feifan came, Lu Chuan handed in the spiritual power value list printed by the library, sat back in his seat, naturally took out the buns from his schoolbag, and ate them one bite at a time.
Lu Chuan found that in the past few days, except for eating prawns in the afternoon, he seemed to be hungry at any time at other times.
At this time, a boy with short round hair came from the front row, pulled Hu Feifan's chair and sat down. He turned around and saw Lu Chuan taking a bite of a bun. He was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Lu Chuan, I heard Hu Feifan say that you were alive yesterday."
Strength test 239, is it true or false?”
"Yes." Lu Chuan muttered in reply while chewing the bun in his mouth.
Hu Feifan, this bastard, has almost told the whole world that if he doesn't reveal his bright spots, he will look a bit like a girl.
The boy in front of me is named Zhang Wubin. He used to play games with Lu Chuan and Hu Feifan. He has a very good relationship with Lu Chuan, so the two of them talk without any politeness.
"Awesome, your last test was 201, and this time it went up to 38..." Zhang Wubin praised Lu Chuan while secretly swallowing his saliva while looking at Lu Chuan who was eating delicious food.
"If you have anything to say, just say it..." Seeing this, Lu Chuan quickly stuffed the seventh bun into his mouth and took the last one in his hand.
He signaled Zhang Wubin to go straight to the point. He didn't believe that this bastard came here just to praise him.
"Hey!" Zhang Wubin scratched his head and said sheepishly: "I just want to ask you, with your current spiritual power level, are you going to enroll in the immortal cultivation class or the vocational class?"
"Nonsense..." Lu Chuan was about to say, isn't this obvious? But when his eyes suddenly glanced, he saw Hu Feifan's figure rushing in from the classroom door.
He immediately took out the water glass, swallowed the bun in his mouth, and said loudly: "Why don't you sign up for the immortal cultivation class! I made an agreement with Hu Feifan! You must sign up for the vocational class!"
Almost instantly, Hu Feifan's expression froze, and his figure stopped one meter away from Lu Chuan.
At this moment, he remembered the scene last night when his father told him that as long as he applied for the immortal cultivation class, he would buy himself the latest mobile phone, and if he did not enroll in the immortal cultivation class, he would buy himself the latest belt...